I spin and spin

My father and I come to a carousel Its bright and vivid against the dull wintry backround He smiles tells me to pick anyone I pick a a black horse with a fierce face I ride and ride shouting Papa papa look at me He smiles I spin and spin forever faster and faster the colors around me blur then it stops its still my fathers gone and im alone I awake My head spins and spins My father is gone He left me Long ago in that park I rode and rode and spinned and spinned Till someone found me but I was never really lost just left

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